I popped up to my parents' house for a visit Thursday evening. On my return home, I passed my neighbor’s house. Out of habit, I slowed at the top of a hill, carefully peering over the hood of my car. Their dog died months ago, yet I cannot shake the habit of watching for her. In her older years, she had a tendency to stretch out in the road and sometimes did not hear your approach.
It was a good thing I kept the habit. In the middle of a road, a little puppy stood, terrified. The puppy dashed down the road a bit. I stopped the car and switched off the engine. The puppy would not come near me.
I knocked on my neighbor’s door and asked if they had a new puppy. She thought I was joking until she saw the little puppy in the road. As it turns out, they had visited Brother Wolf last Monday. None of the dogs really caught their eyes. Her husband said as they left, “The right one will come to us.”
We brought the puppy into the house. It turns out the puppy was a little girl. She was wet, cold, and covered in mud. A nice hot bath revealed a cute little puppy who looks a little like a Dalmatian. Her ears are not quite long enough, though.
No one in the neighborhood has reported a missing puppy. We suspect someone just set her out. That happens a lot in the country. Rather than take the dog to Brother Wolf or other rescue groups and shelters in our area, heartless people leave animals on the roadside to fend for themselves. It is a thoroughly despicable act that does not always have a happy ending.
Fortunately, for this little girl, it seems she has found a happy ending. My neighbors are smitten. They have named her Angel. That was my idea. She appeared out of the nowhere and is white. It turns out last Thursday was also the anniversary of a beloved aunt’s death, making her appearance even more poignant. Hey, we have Celtic blood flowing through our veins around here; we are a little superstitious.
We hope little Angel enjoys her new home and wish her many years of happiness.
Rescue Mommy
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